Pig Alley

D Arclyte grabs Nate Grimes by the neck and shoves his tongue down the hung jock's throat. D's in a mean mood. He needs Nate's fist up his ass and he needs it now. They lock tongues until D spins around and shoves his hole at Nate's face. Nate buries his face between those cheeks and works his tongue deep. Long, wet strokes that leave D's ring twitching and slick. Nate pulls on the black rubber gloves and plunges both hands into a bucket of thick lube. He coats them until they're dripping, then slides straight inside. D's hole opens fast, swallowing the whole fist on the first push. Nate pumps hard, switching hands while ropes of lube slide down his forearms and drip from D's stretched rim. D groans and talks filthy, eyes rolling back every time the knuckles pop past his hole. He climbs onto the bench, legs up, and demands it rougher. Nate gets in to the wrist, pounding deeper, keeping the pace relentless. D's cock swells rock hard. He stands over Nate, jerks once, and shoots heavy jets across the jock's tongue and smooth chest. Nate swallows what he can, the rest running down his pecs while D keeps pulsing.